The Vidalias are here! The Vidalias are here! $5 for a 3# bag up ta yer Sobeys. Can you say BURGER TIME!? I might even have to make a BLT tomorrow, substituting the L with a V. I don't do L any more. Too many times we hear of bad lettuce making people ill. Plus, it's one of those veggies with a lot of pesticide on them that's hard to wash off. At least I can vigorously wash off celery before I cook it or put it in salt water for munching it raw.

Buy them, cut them up however you wish, and freeze them. Chop them up with celery and freeze them to use in cooking. Do them with sweet peppers the same way. Cheaper and easier than doing that every time you need them AND you have great onions the year around.

No, no, don't thank me. Just send lots and lots of US dollars, twenties and fifties preferred but not the only ones accepted.

A friend at work was commenting today that she usually puts chopped onions on hotdogs, but since I gave her a big jar of my green tomato relish, she doesn't need to add extra. I've a bag of home grown onions chopped and frozen that I use in things like marinara sauce and bean recipes, and I think it was homegrown onions along with the garden peppers and tomatoes in the relish.

Our 20% chance of rain today is making a heckuva lot of noise outside right now. I think the forecast must have meant 20% of the day it would rain. Amos, I'd like to send you some of this, if you'll provide a suitable incantation to send it on its way.

MOM says we need a moment of silence to note the passing of Art Thieme. I suspect he posted a time or two in this thread, but if not, he should be an honorary member. If anyone could shovel out quality BS, it was Art.

He called me out of the blue one day, just to pass on some compliments on a CD I made. He didn't have to do that and I have no idea where he got my phone number, but there he was, big as life on the other end of a phone line. He was a really, really funny guy, and a sweetheart in the bargain, and I have been happier for knowing he was in the world.

More rain. Monsoon season in Texas. And predicted again tomorrow night. This has already been the wettest May ever in Texas, and it may be the wettest month ever measured. Being an unwilling participant has been trying. My yard is a jungle. There is moss growing on the dogs. My Seattle web toes have been completely restored after years of a Mediterranean climate. MOM is going to have to hire someone to come dig the moss out of spots on the roof. If I want to dry out I guess I'll have to go visit Seattle.

Given the number of times you have repeated your mendacious defamations, Mister R., isn't it clear by now that you are wholly unprincipled in respect to truth-telling? Really. If this thread weren't dedicated to BS, you would have to be ashamed of yourself. And off to Dublin, as well, and that the center of the entire BS universe to boot! I am afraid you will return infected from toe to forelock, unless you wear a whole body condom. Not a bad idea--just be sure to have someone apply a little twist-tie to the top end of it for you!

Hi, Mom! Why do some people say someone has "passed" when they die? How does anyone know whether another person has passed or failed? A dead person can't show you his report card. Oh, it's pretty obvious in some cases: Mother Theresa passed, Ted Bundy failed. But most cases aren't that clear cut. And anyway, even if they did pass, they didn't merely pass. There's no next grade to go to. They graduated.

There was an obit in my hometown online paper a few years ago written in advance of his death by the man himself. It was quite interesting and amusing. Of course his family added to it, and they maintained the same tone. I remember that several of the remarks were from strangers congratulating them on the great write-up.

As it happens, Amos, I was able to search my computer documents for "obit" and found several items, including a PDF I made of the page. From there I searched and came up with this link to John Wayne Dappen. It ran from Oct. 8 to 12, 2008 in the local paper.

I awoke to the heat pump in cool mode. It is now in heat mode as the temp dropped about 12C from yesterday. It actally dropped about 6C in less than 5 minutes late AM today. Mum's apple tree blossoms coated the place in the wind. The north wind has settled and the rain has abated somewhat. I have a chicken thawing in the fridge for Tuesday... forecast is for 9C, rain and wind. I prefer such to the 30C+ of a few days ago. Plus, I likes me roast chicken.

Dublin is, of course, a magical location on the misty shores of Eire. One of the things that makes the place magic is that it contains a fair city, which is ALSO called Dublin. Thus, Dublin is Dublin's fair city.

I am again in tears. Cousin Jim just left. He called earlier and asked if I was accepting company. He arrived with two family heirlooms which should have been given to me upon Bro's death had my SiL not been such a silly bitch. "Been"? Still is. Thank goodness I did what I did and said what I said or these heirlooms would have left the Owens family forever for paltry dollars (long and strange story). She's like that. Anyway, there were six, and two have been returned to their proper home. I opened the first case and told his son, Daniel, a lad of 15, a story about it's contents and there was much laughter. Then, I looked at the second case and began to weep as I knew the case was my father's and I knew what was in it. I opened the case just enough to see what was in it even though I knew what it was and I lost it. Tears needing tissues. I sucked it up and told THE story about it. Jim teared up and his son understood.

Welcome home Dirty Thirty. Now that it is home, I can will it back to Cousin Jim when I die... on accounta that's what respect is all about.

Damn it's cold here tonight fer comin June month. Full moon comin and we got cloud cover and some showers so, not unusual... just abnormal given the past ten years or so.

I don't see why you'd be doing anything on a bus to Belfast, unless it was Belfast, Maine. It makes no sense. Most people get on a bus OUT of Belfast. So I am led to conclude that this is a coded message trying to tell us that Rapparree has been kidnapped and is being held ransom. Somebody contact the Derry Neerdowells -- I am sure they will run out with their rusty pikes and set matters right. ANd all they'll ask for is another gallon of poteen.

With Brother Rapparree on his way to Dingle and West Cork (long may it pop) it rests with us--we precious few!--to carry Mom onward in an endless and senseless quest for greater heights of numeration. But like all truly Great Missions, it is not meet that one should question why; it is merely ours to do, and do and do.

Arf a leak, arf a leak, arf a leak onward! Into the valley of deaf rood the six hunnerd! Canyons to the rite of em, canyons to the rift of em, Ballyhooed dunder! Wan will their dory end? Wan will there whorey bend? Booble hicks sundered!

MOABites don't need to worry about silly things like data plans. We have Gluon! If it's going to cost you an arm, two legs, and a chicken wing to send a message, no problem! Just jot it down on a cocktail napkin, whistle for Gluon, and the noble duckdog will travel hyperspatially to the nearest available free Interweb place where he'll type the message up and post it to this thread, all quicker than you can say

Many videos on YT by a true genius. You can watch his songs but I would suggest you seek out his video of his commencement address of... well... it's there if want it... here is just one that I like...